There I had to strip out of my clothes in a hurry while she turned on the water. I still felt uncomfortable undressing this girl body of mine. Mom qui...kly scrubbed me clean, not in the least bothered with my body. Why should she, I was her daughter wasn't I?After I had been washed clean and my hair shampooed and treated with smelly conditioner, she toweled me dry, a bit too harshly to my taste though. Then she dragged me to my room, where an outfit was already laid out for me to wear. Now I was. A week later I happened to see Cheryl in a parade through town and there she was wearing all of my guns, my hat, holster, lariat, etc along with her sexy little cowgirl skirt and a rather sexy bust-emphasizing blouse that wasn't buttoned all the way up. I loved it that way and I loved seeing the budding cleavage of Cheryl's nice tits that were developing on her young teenage body.I made sure I got back home before Cheryl did, and when I saw her returning from her parade, I went to her house to. I could see I was reaching the widest part of my hand, and I tried to make it as small as possible. Abi was letting out a little gasp each time I thrust in; her hands grasping the sheets, sweat glistening on her body, biting her lip to stop herself crying out. Her breasts, glowing with perspiration, jiggled back and forth. She was thrusting back at me.“Go on Annie, just a bit more,” she gasped.Then suddenly I gave a final push and oh my god, my hand shot right up her, almost as if it had been. The governor had picked the wrong time to have a rebellion in the locality. As he stood in front of his phalanx of body guards, facing off the crowd of armed locals, a sword point came out of his front, followed by much blood. He stood, surprised apparently, and then his head bounced from his shoulders.The slaves were revolting! They all laughed at the joke. The Romans had said how revolting slaves were so often. Now they really were. The flames spread.Villas are not castles. They are not.